Maybe You Should Stick to the Tambourine
TITLE: Maybe You Should Stick to the Tambourine
AUTHOR: Rich (Starbug42@aol.com)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: I'd love some. Even some flames. My cat box needs lining.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive...
SUMMARY: Willow invites Oz over one night for a surprise. Minds out of the
gutter people!
DISCLAIMER: I own none of this crap.
This one's for Karen. She asked for it plus she lent me last night's episode
of Buffy, so I owe her one. It should be funny in the beginning, sweet
toward the middle and slightly funny at the end. Let me know if it's
actually like that...
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"Maybe You Should Stick to the Tambourine" 1/1
All the note said was "Tonight. My place. Ten o'clock." Willow was being
nonverbal, so I figured she either is mad about something or she's being
seductive. Once I got a mad and seductive Willow rolled into one. That
wasn't pretty. Still have the scars today.
I knock on her front door. All the lights are out. Is she even home? I go
to knock again, but she answers the door before I do. "Oz," she says
plainly. There's no smile or sigh when she said it, so I'm guessing this is
the mad version. She opens the door all the way and walks away from it. I
guess that means she wants me to come in.
I enter the house and she walks over to the couch. "Will, is everything..."
She stops my sentence by raising a hand. She motions for me to sit down so I
do. I actually half expect that the couch is rigged with C-4 the way she's
glaring at me. She almost looks nervous. A nervous, mad Willow. I need to
start carrying pain killers. I should probably worry about that after I sit
down in case I explode. Maybe I'll just sit on the arm rest. Yeah, she
seems okay with that.
"Oz," she says, barely above a whisper, "I apologize for what I am about to
do to you and I hope that someday you'll forgive me." Oh, God. "Close your
eyes." This is it. This is how I'm going to die. Alone on a C-4 rigged
couch with a mad woman stabbing out my heart.
I close my eyes, awaiting my impending doom. She flipped a light on. I can
tell because I can see that little non-light that you can see through your
eye lids. I can hear her rustling some papers around. Maybe she's writing
out a fake suicide note. I hear her opening something. It sounds like a
guitar case. Oh, God. She's got a machine gun. My poor, mad, nervous,
homicidal Willow has a machine gun.
I sit and wait for the bang. A noise came, but not a bang. It was a guitar
cord. I open my eyes and see Willow sitting on a stool with a guitar playing
notes off a paper. And the best part about it is...she sucks. This is
probably the worst display of guitar playing I've ever heard. And I love it.
She...my Willow...she actually wrote me a song...
When I see you
I don't know what
I'm supposed to do
Do I hug you
Do I kiss you
Do I wrap my arms
Around you
I would salute you
If it would make you
Love me
When I kiss you
I don't know what
I'm supposed to do
Do I touch you
Do I rub against you
Do I throw you down
And make love to you
I would die for you
If it would make you
Love me...
Again.
She stopped playing. If I wasn't so manly, I'd cry. She's staring at me.
She wants me to say something. "That," I choke, "that was the nicest thing
anyone has ever done for me." She smiles shyly. "Since when do you play the
guitar?"
"Well, I pulled Devon aside for a couple...well, okay, ten hours and made him
teach me." She still seems as if she's hiding something. "What brought this
sudden impulse on?" She's looking down at her feet. Something definitely
brought this on. "Well, I figured you and I didn't have much in common. You
know, like you and Veruca do, so..."
Oh, God. She thinks..."Willow. No way. I know exactly what you're thinking
and there's no possible way." She's looking directly into my eyes now. She
looks like she's about to cry herself. Well, that just won't do. I think
it's time for a hug. I run my hands up and down her back. "Willow, there
are a lot of girls out there that have plenty of things in common with me.
But look where I am."
The hug breaks off and she looks at me. "You're in my arms," she said,
smiling slightly.
"And I always will be. I never want to let go. Of course, I'm not saying
that literally. I think that might make it a little difficult to go to the
bathroom..." That got a laugh out of her. Her laughter alone is almost
enough to hypnotize me. "I know," she says. "Hey, do you want to hear
another song? I just learned how to play You Could be Mine by Guns and
Roses." I laugh until I realize she's serious.
"Maybe some other time." When I have ear plugs.
The End
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Oh come on. Think about it. Willow alone in her house banging out "You
Could be Mine." Are you telling me you're not at least chuckling?
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